The Letter

When I moved out of my parents house, Teddy wrote me a letter:

Dear Terri,

When you announced that you were moving out, my first thought was "finally!" However, in reality, it is somewhat bittersweet. On one hand I feel that it is time, on the other hand there are several things I will miss with you being gone. So, I thought I would list some of the things I won't miss and some of the things that I will. Amazingly, the two sides pretty well balance each other out. Here goes...

Things I will not miss:
*cleaning your hair out of the bathtub drain
*your sleeping on the divan
*your leaving things where they fall
*the tornadic state of your room
*your sitting on the arms of the furniture
*playing car hockey for a parking space
*worrying about you when you are gone
*your 20 minute showers
*your smelly sneakers

Things I definitely will miss:
*water fights
*your neat sense of humor
*your constant smile and happy personality
*our mealtime conversations
*your jokes (no matter how bad)
*food fights
*your lengthy explaination of the days events
*the many friendly discussions/disagreements we've had
*finding fosselized cookie dough in the strangest places
*having someone to blame for missing food
*finally, not being able to see you as often as I would like

Love,
Teddy


I miss these things too, Teddy, and so much more. You are gone but not forgotten. You are always in my heart and never far from my mind.

Hello? Is this thing on?

Guess if you don't update at least weekly, your very small readership mostly disappears. Not that I have anyone but myself to blame. I've been a very bad blogger lately. I won't make empty promises of updates every day (because, let's be real here) but I do promise more than monthly ones. Honest.

Right now, I've got one or two posts in the pipeline, but they're not ones I can do from work, so I will roll those puppies out by this weekend. Can't you just feel the excitement?!